Candlelight and Cake Walks
          
                                for Tim


The problem with men who rewrite history 
casting their new role as victim 
of heartless sail-away women
is their book is too tedious,
spine-burst by metaphoric 
misdemeanors.

You blame me for your cake walk thirty years back, 
but I never offered to help fire the stove. 
We both know if I'd run to you when you left her 
you'd be lighting my candles, not force 
feeding me stale, bitter cake slices, 
kept carefully preserved all these years 
in both freezer and heart.




Pris Campbell
©2009


Art: The Dance 02: Itzhak Ben-Arieh
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Israeli artists Itzhak Ben-Arieh's creations have appeared on my site many times. His work is
always a delight. See more of his work HERE.






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